I Wish To Lead A Life Free

The Tea Is Ice-cold, The Room Grows Colder And Colder, But I Grow Warmer And Warmer.

Composing Gives Me Great Pleasure... There Is Nothing That Surpasses The Joy Of Creation, If Only Because Through It One Wins Hours Of Self-forgetfulness, When One Lives In A World Of Sound.

My Imagination Can Picture No Fairer Happiness Than To Continue Living For Art.

I Will Yield To Popular Demands Only Insofar As They Do Not Betray My Own Convictions.

I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody Is So Fond Of Me.